I think I drank three much I been mixin' wit' it too Couple women comin' through They gon' wanna' T up wit' me too Bitch I'm T'd up Tanqueray got me started I think I need a girl from Harlem Don't act like you Don't wanna' get involved with me

Baby I was born this way Oh there ain't no other way I was born this way hey I'm on the right track, baby Don't be a drag, just be a queen I'm on the right track baby I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause God makes no mistakes Don't hide yourself in regret

Baby, let's not ever get that way And we'll call ourselves the flagship of the fleet There's a few too many years on this hotel She used to be a beauty you can tell The lights down in the lobby they don't shine They just flicker while the elevator winds

J'fais le tour du globe Et je gagne de la moula moula moula moula, je perds des potes J'ai la zeb de Bob Une recette ça se braque Vingt bouteilles dans la boîte J'ai des billes dans la boîte à chaussure donc bientôt je me barre Hey, hey, hey, j'ai la zeb

What a sad beautiful tragic love affair We had a beautiful magic love affair Long handwritten note, deep in your pocket Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket Good girls, hopeful

Mama they try and break me Mama they try Can't you hear your babies crying? Mama, they try and break me. The window burns to light the way back home A light that warms no matter where they've gone. They're off to find the hero of the day But what if they

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

They sat in an abandoned luncheonette Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on "this man's army" They were old and crusty She was twenty when the diner was a baby He was the dishwasher,

I call it love Baby, I don't know what love is Maybe I'm a fool I just know what I'm feeling And it's all because of you Don't tell me I don't know I want the truth 'Cause they call it

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston